I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)
Yesterday, a teacher at my daughter’s preschool told me that she saw two boys and a girl spinning the knobs of a play oven. Boy #1 says: “I’m a pilot! I’m flying a plane.’ Boy #2 says: “Me too!” The girl is quiet, so the teacher says to her: “What about you, are you a pilot?” The 3 year old girl replies: “I can’t be a pilot. I’m a pilot’s wife.”
So what do you think has happened in this little girl’s short life to make her believe it’s more likely that she would be a pilot’s wife than a pilot?
‘I’m not a pilot, I’m a pilot’s wife,’ says 3 yr old girl - reelgirl.com (via radical-bias)
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours (via dieworten)
i’m adding up all the times i thought we were right for each other and dividing them by the way we fell apart and i see equals equals equals a big fucking mess that you chose to walk away from
Kayla Kathawa - i’ve already crashed and i didn’t need a car to do it (via ninakathawa)
this is perfection (via owaii)
I love you but that isn’t even the full poem some fucker changed it owaii (via ninakathawa)
ninakathawa why are you so talented
snap them in half asap (via owaii)
Please don’t return once you’ve left
6 Word Story. (via satansprophet)